At some point, we mommas stop having babies. It may be our own choice or something forced upon us by nature, but we stop having babies and start moving toward the next phase of life.
Whether your last baby is your one and only or your twelfth they are still your last and realizing this can hit like a ton of bricks.
It’s amazing how we change between the first and last baby.
With our first babies, we are so excited to see every milestone we don’t as pay much attention to the passing time. We happily watch them grow, anticipate their every discovery and can’t wait for the next one. We may even hurry them along in our excitement to see what the future holds.
The cycle continues with each baby until we reach our last.
Then something changes. We realize that this baby is the last baby of our own that we will hold. While still excited to watch this baby grow and look forward to all that they do, a little sadness creeps in with every milestone.
Once the excitement of a first tooth, first word or first steps has passed we come to realize that each milestone is the last of its kind. We want these things to happen, it means our little humans are healthy and growing which is what every mother wants.
But we also desperately wish time would slow down. We hold these last babies of ours a little closer, hoping to soak up their “littleness” and ingrain every moment of their being in our memory. We beg them to stop growing up so fast as if they have control over it.
We wonder what it is we will do with ourselves once these babies of ours are grown.
After being incredibly annoyed every time someone from the older generation would stop us at the worst possible parenting moment and remind us that “we are gonna miss this,” we finally understand.
They don’t mean that we are going to miss the tantrums, the messy house, or the sleepless nights. I would go for some weeks running on a little more than 14 hours… I envy people who contacted a sleep consultant online at Huckleberry, who seemingly got a full night’s sleep every night! But don’t get me wrong, I would go through this stage again and again if I could have my children back small again.
Because babies grow into children, children grow into adults that have lives of their own and it all happens in the blink of an eye.
This passage of time is bittersweet. Some things become easier…no more diapers, no nap times to work around, better sleep…
And new challenges arise…
But there is still so much to look forward to.
Yes, our babies will need us less and less as they grow, but they will still need us. And as long as our feet are firmly planted on this planet, we will be there for them.